23rd of September, The Dreary Lands, Central Eoran.

  Staring out, sitting on the window pane, Arvindel watched the dull, arid vistas passing by. Nothing but the sand golden nd, the branches in the earth, dead trees and a few little hamlets, town bereft of walls – and possibly life. Not many things survive around here without arcane aid, simirly to the far-southern nations of Heleion. Though a few of the locals, worshipping the Feys associating with death, wind and light settle down, begging and hoping for these to show mercy and grant them arable nds where none should be by the ws of nature.

  Whilst staring out, she concluded Nezha ended up in the same predicament as Mave, which she hoped ends the same way, by a message that she managed freeing herself. Whilst she expected Mave to make hasty decisions without consulting either her or Maleern, this little failure from Nezha soured her mood and expectations of the sraudornian agent of hers. Though whilst pondering what could have led her, she remembered her sour mood before disappearing, at the time concluding it blossoming, spreading its searing poison because none of the sicarios they took down satisfied Nezha’s thirst for a worthy opponent.

  Her bold, iris purple shirt buttoned down, exposing her chest line hummed softly as she took a deep breath and lifted her finger, touching her right temple through the dense, dim jungle of silken strands. “Nezha is out too. Possibly perished, hopefully learning a lesson in a damp space.” She sent her thoughts across the tether link binding her to Leony.

  “Understood.” Leony’s soft, mellow voice echoed in her head, seemingly even in the room. Her eyes remained on the dead vistas, a nguid sigh escaping her dark, glossy lips as she spotted the first pteau arising in the distance, breaking the monotony of the southern regions of the Bridge-Peninsu.

  Bored with all, and with only a few sicarios remaining per Antonio’s intel, Arvindel put the Parcel-Device away into her slim jacket’s inner breast pocket after noticing no new message from Markios besides the usual wishes of her being there with him or the other way around. Her naked feet touched the carpeted floor, the almost silken soft covering tickling her soles pleasantly whilst the climatization conjured breeze caressed her exposed, wiry thighs. Quickly she slipped into her pants, each leg accompanied by the sweet notes of leather creaking, crimpling without ripples like the skins of her kindred and the dragons.

  She buttoned up the crisp shirt, veiling her lustrous skin, white as porcein, leaving the colrs open, caressing her cheeks as she looked down for a st inspection before heading out. Only a week remained from the journey, time to eliminate the st of the sicarios.

  *****

  “I see.” Maleern said without any fare, whilst naked waist down, the right wing of her colr messily unfolded, darker lips marks upon her neck, and holding a tray, filled with crisply baked croissant, apricot jam, the so-called Choco Snail – a roll with cocoa filling, gzed with chocote – and two cups of coffee. A sight, even the shy Leony found amusing in a sense. “Let’s pray to Myelia it is the tter.” She added.

  Leony watched as she entered her bedroom, biting onto her own Choco Snail whilst contempting whether to spy on the two. Mostly to hone her skills of charming, to better exercise the carnal tenets of Myelia. But as her cheeks reddened imagining the two, sweaty, in a tight embrace brimming with their passions, her left cheek pouted as she rapidly took rge bites from the saccharine bakery.

  “Mhrnnng, hhnmn!” Antonio’s morning greeting got muffled by the wide strip strewn across his lips, cheeks and beard framing the former.

  Maleern gracefully sat down on the edge of the bed, where he sprawled from the pillows to the curving columns he was bound to a few hours before. Now, the sheets tightly wrapped, yet not unpleasantly as their healing nature soothed him, kept his secured limbs from going numb.

  “Ouch. Good morning!” He repeated, squirming a little whilst his face stung from Maleern peeling off the tape with one swift move.

  She leant closer, their lips touching softly. “Morning.” She said, her sweet, warm breath the st kick hushing away morning grogginess.

  Contempting, noticing the faint worry in her eyes, Antonio spoke. “One of your agents got captured?” She nodded.

  “Yes, but let’s focus on the breakfast for now.” She undid the sheet, wrapping his body loosely wearing the stolen uniform. The suit-jacket zipped open completely, the shirt buttoned down simirly, exposing the six hard packs and the light bush with gray tips open them. Slowly, he assumed a sitting position, hands tightened into fists behind.

  As the croissant hovered close to him, Antonio leaned forward, the sleek, bold pinkish red arcane-linen colrs scraped his cheeks, scraped the soft strands of his whitening beard. “Is she close to you?” He asked, ignoring his instincts.

  Maleern hesitated a little, looking away. “Chose her myself after seeing how she fared against three of her fellow students during one of our visits. I honed her, and honestly, hard to believe she got defeated.”

  “We made mistakes too.” Antonio said with a smile. “And we’re here, like in old times. Though I with bit more tape around my wrists.” She chuckled and fed him gently.

  “Still with a little milk, right?” She asked. Antonio nodded his head, his palm loosened and he bit his lip.

  After the two finished the coffee pots, Maleern climbed over him, her hands against his sides, slipping under the coat, and gently drawn across the smooth, mildly wrinkled surface. Their faces drawn close, lips touched for only a second before she pulled away, reaching for the bck sealing tape on the counter beside the bed. “No interrogation this morning.” A smile curved upon his lips, whilst the contrasting white side gleaming with an enameled sheen slowly approached.

  A moan escaped him as the strip’s left side touched his bearded cheek, stoutly attaching to the skin and hair, the rest followed slowly. In its dark center, his lips outlined, and Maleern felt heat spreading across her body as the smooth surface tickled her lips. “Nope, not this morning.”

  Her cheeks pushed down, crumpled the colrs onto the broad shoulders of the suit-jacket, her lips brushing long against his neck, riling him with warm and passionate draughts. Her cold hands soothing the stirring heat compelling whimpers and moans from Antonio, caressing his sides beneath jacket and shirt. Slowly, Maleern crawled downwards, noticing the bulge in his loosely worn pants, and pulling both clothing shrouding his magnificent, long spear snting proudly, his moans grew tenser when her lips wrapped around the softly rounded tip.

  Their moans strengthened, a bit of pain slipping into Antonio’s as the knife’s somewhat dull edge deepened into his palm. He grabbed it the morning before whilst Maleern hoisted his bound form upon the counter, pushing him against the wall, both controlled by the same carnal desires towards each other as now.

  *****

  “Well, it seems like the sicarios have been all taken care off.” Tabithiri said. Slowly, her fingers buttoning down her bold, pinkish-red colr freed from the yoke of the velvet necktie.

  Her naturally luxuriant, voluminous ptinum blonde hair disheveled, curtain bangs framing her lean, elven visage with lined with noble angles. The two silvery sapphire pearls gleamed as she focused on the reflected image of a cabin, Arvindel snapping the spine of a dragonkin assassin whilst holding her down on the floor. She leaned back, shadows lengthened over her hydrated, glossy smooth skin of a fair white with hints of pink, heated a little by the Raven Eye whose haunting beauty drawn her attention.

  “Don’t rex yet. There are bound to be a few more stalking the carts, bidding their time.” Her partner, Brewanor a spring born fey-elf said whilst brewing a coffee, sckening his tie, letting them incline towards the walls of the suit-coat round colr.

  A tall elf with fair skin tinted faintly with the pinkish red shade of Northern Cherries, his voluminous short mane a vibrant light brown with peach yellow highlighted tips. His tapering visage cleanly shaven, lined as magnificently as Tabithiri’s who thanked the steaming coffee erasing the drowsiness of the eleventh hour of their shift – hours away from the end.

  “Still, at least it was nice seeing some of the recruits prove their mettle.” Tabithiri said, proud of her fellow Presidential Guard members who saw through the tricks of the assassins.

  “I enjoyed seeing the Raven Eyes in action, if I’m being honest.” Brewanor turned, chuckling. Though before he could sit down to enjoy his cup of coffee, two light knocks sounded upon the thin, oaken door with polished, hazelnut surface.

  Opening it, on the other side, Fatima greeted him with a sultry smile. Her scent quickly slipped in, charming the two immediately. “Hey handsome. Would you mind binding her?” She asked, the roll of silver sealing tape dangling on her stretched index finger.

  *****

  Maleern pulled the silken sheet over Antonio’s bound form after she tied a weak knot around his ankles, using the white rope contrasting the bck, thin socks. For a moment, she listened to his soft breathing, lips crumpling the tape across his handsome countenance of honey golden – still bereft of the woes of age. “I love you.” She whispered, compelled by her heart as she gave him a kiss, then buttoned up her shirt to the neckline, slipped into her stylish arcane-leather jacket.

  As she closed the door, Antonio peeked at her, sighing inaudibly, continuing sawing the tape around his wrists, cuffs.

  “Anything to report?” Maleern asked, but no answer came as she noticed Leony in deep meditation, faint particles floating around in the room. She left her be and headed to wash away the tray and the few ptes.

  Drawing out the mana from the faucet’s trigger – a short, snting lever with a diamond shaped tip with a dull, bck chrome surface – Leony still remained in her meditative state. Her presence lingering, attached to the Mirage System stronger than earlier. Her gentle countenance trembled faintly, her lips tensed, curved back and forth, her teeth gritted mildly. Maleern touched her shoulder, the soft crumple of the arcane leather echoed in a whisper whilst a bit of her mana flown into the solfrith agent.

  Then she opened her eyes, teary as her vision blurred near the edges, felt her widely stretched mind started rolling back to its natural state, an experience dissuading many from pursuing the path of mind mages. Leony sighed huskily, the soft palms of Maleern soothingly pressing against her temples, vanishing the excruciating sensation closest described as the worst kind of a headache. “Thanks. One less assassin to worry about.” She whispered even lower than usual.

  “Good job Leony.” Maleern lifted her hands away and quickly made her way to the counter, to a brew a tea for both of them.

  *****

  Konras halted just after he took his turn, letting the dim amber lights filtering through the panorama window, gleaming his dark vender skin, loosened his spare uniform’s colr with a sigh. Shame coiled about his heart, the shame of bested by an assassin who then took his appearance and uniform he proudly accepted a century before after protecting Penry’s grandfather from sicarios. Yet, he had to awaken, bound and gagged against a brother in duty of his, and be rescued by those who offered kind words, neither which quelled his searing shame.

  He vowed at that moment, not to fall for tricks of beauties, and to be vigint at all times. A vow which failed the moment Tovorn’s pale, parched hands cmped over his mouth, a needle jamming into the dark elves’ neck. A st whimper, muffled by the horrid hand escaped his lips, and the rancid smell of his killer accompanied him to the other side. He quickly went limp, a little of his dark crimson blood trickling down where the needle entered, phasing through his colrs. The winds of his passing silenced, whilst his boots scraping echoed in the hallway, but no ears could hear it as the st of the passengers left in Risangre.

  Tovorn carried him inside one of the cabins, phasing himself and the corpse through the door, then pced down it down besides his suitcase, and started undressing – first himself, then the corpse. In seconds soft yelps of the PNC and the arcane-linen echoed as they fitted his lean form. Then once more they sang their pleasing lulbies when his ghastly looks shifted into the much eye-catching looks of the dark elf whose lineage hailed from Grauburgia, resulting in a more taciturn, broad outlines for his visage and frame compared to his other kindred.

  “Amazing.” Tovorn commented about himself, pulling the necktie tautly, straining his now broader, muscur neck and the shirt’s colrs. From his suitcase, he pulled out a vial, and his malodorous scent vanished, repced by the faint cedar and chocote fragrance Konras bathed himself in.

  “Thanks.” He looked at the corpse, pouring another orange liquid with bck rims. First the skin evaporated, revealing the purplish red muscles beneath, then as the muscles followed, the dimmer bones revealed themselves until nothing remained of Konras, only the memory carried by his friends, comrades, family.

  With sure steps, Tovorn left the empty cabin, whistling an old song of a warrior who triumphed over all enemies – mortal and infernal.

  *****

  Brewanor trembled, his lips strained beneath the tape wounded across his head, cutting into his nape; his uniform cd form crumpling along with the lustrous silver sealing tape binding him to the chair, and to Tabithiri behind. He writhed sensuously, a wave of pleasure following his climax as Fatima’s warm, drizzly tongue wiped off the spurting cum from the tip of his exposed, erect dick.

  Her grip relented not, fingers remained tautly around the softly hard shaft, twisting it, sending more and more waves across his form. His loud moan echoed in the small space, stirring the simirly bound and gagged, charmed Tabithiri behind, envious she was not to be pyed with by the far-southern sicario.

  At his second orgasm, Brewanor exasperated, slumped down his head into his opened colrs, bereft of the necktie now resting in his mouth, sealed by the ten yers of tape pouting his cheeks. His moans grew weaker as he drifted away to rest, compelled by his body and mind whilst cum stained Fatima’s hands, his pants.

  “Expected a little more from elves.” Fatima said with disappointment, smearing off the cum on his shoulders. “Maybe you shall do better.” She lifted the Tabithiri’s head up by her chin, and her words muffled, her eyes lustful, desirous.

  Before that though, she turned towards the Mirage Mirror’s control panel and shifted the screens until she saw Tovorn dragging the dead Konras inside the cabin. Her eyes remained, hands beneath her dress’s loincloth rubbing her clitoris.

  “Have you ever killed darling?” She turned towards Tabithiri who shook her head. Compared to the others, she was still only in her early eighties, youthful and most of her missions involved guarding perimeters, or arresting cartel associates after thorough investigations done by the Peace Keeper wing of The Court.

  Fatima sat in her p, covered in tape looping around, straining her shapely thighs. Her hands slowly zipped down the suit-jacket down where the tape shrouded her bosom. “Let me tell you, extinguishing once’s life, it is equal to be railed violently, to feel another’s breath and lips upon your neck, or their dick up your ass.” She whispered, her breath tickling the long ears peaking out from under her luxuriant, disheveled locks on the right.

  “Check me something Fatima!” Tovorn’s firm voice soured her mood just as she was slipping her hands beneath the skirt of her stirred captive whose soft, smooth lids narrowed as she was ready to give herself to Fatima.

  “What?” She replied, her thoughts venomous from her mild anger.

  “The position of the Raven Eyes.” Fatima sighed and touched the orb controller.

  “Bear with me hon!” She said to the confused elf, whilst connecting her mind to the System. Abruptly, she felt another invade her mind, intangible tendrils lurching at her mind, nearly wrapping around. A forceful grunt escaped her as she released a mental shockwave, hurling them away, yet they proved little effect at dissuading Leony from continuing the battering, to gain control.

  Minutes, hours passed as the two struggled, the mental bulwark Fatima erected in haste started crumbling as a greater force came through the Mirage System. Sweat trickled down from her forehead, continuing towards her vagina still feeling Brewanor’s dick testing the limits of its soft walls. A gasp followed, and she went silent when the solfrith Raven Eye triumphed at st. In reality, a second passed.

  Fatima grabbed her chin and nape firmly, and snapped her own neck in the next second, tumbling onto the control panel before sliding down to the carpeted floor. Tabithiri slumped down as Fatima’s spell vanished, her eyes closed as a heavy drowsiness dragged her into unconsciousness in the third second.

  Not afar, Tovorn sensing the draught of her soul passing, he altered pns.

  *****

  30th of September, The Dreary Lands near the city of Maba.

  Though it was hard, Antonio slowed his pace, numbed his hearing with a tiny bit of his st remaining mana to hear not the moans and cries of Maleern as his proud spear battered inside her vagina. A great feat it was for plumbing the dam, halting the river of cum desirous to break forth, bringing the mightiest of reliefs a man could ever feel, always accompanied by crity revealed by passion. His eyes closed, and he focused on the small pain of the tape pulling his wrists, his lips, his cheeks, and every single strand upon his handsome face.

  This wasn’t the first time he had to held back, it was a technique drilled into each and every man and woman who wished to walk the path of an assassin and a spy. A hundred times, he refused to relent, took the reins from his instincts, let his focused mind dictate whether it was time for sweet release, or to endure. He had to endure, as the dull knife needed time as it cut through the tape. And it was one of the hardest it has ever been, even with all his senses dulled, her sweat den, sweet fragranced scent all wrapped their tendrils around him, forming lips whispering, beckoning him to give in and release the dam.

  Just a little more. He was close to a few times of being discovered, each night when her arms wrapped around his body, pushing close. Close to being discovered, but also to relenting, even pying with the idea of going to court, to be judged by those who betrayed him for the price of victory and to remain unaccountable. But realized each time, it was equal to pcing his nape beneath the bde of the executioner, and his resolve to escape from the train pnted its firm, divine roots that protected him, given him the strength and instinct to hid the knife in time into one of his sleeves, or under the pillows at opportune moments.

  Forgive me, honey. The thought sounded in his head when the tape finally gave way, the dam broke at the same time as Maleern moaned out. He counted to five, as his mana replenished, then lurched up, pressed her close, one hand trailing the back of her soft, satin shirt before a jolt ran through her. With a soft whimper, her head slumped onto his shoulders, legs and arms spread limp upon the bed.

  He hissed, tearing off the tape still holding her. Gently he pced her on her back, and with a towel cleansed her. Then touched her bosom, another jolt jumped her body before it sunk into the soft bed with a second moan before he buttoned up her shirt to the neckline. “Just a second.” He said, whilst buckling his belt, staring at the roll of bck sealing tape. Antonio took a deep breath, and slowly opened the door.

  Right at that moment, Leony leaning against the counter, had a clean view, seeing him instead of Maleern assaulted his mind. His thoughts became a jumbled mess, but it was a mild convenience. “Not bad kid.” With effort, the words parted from Antonio’s lips which trembled with the same volume as his legs. And an even greater effort he needed to exert to keep chaos at bay, raging within his mind, forced by Leony. Nearly he cast the wrong spell, but triumphed over the invading will of Leony.

  A golden sphere shot out from his hand, flew the long distance between the two in three seconds, hitting her in the sides just as she was about to leap out of its way.

  “But I danced with greater masters of the Mind, like Fraganea the Mind Sculptor who shackled ten thousand warriors of The Court’s host to his will.” Antonio added, wiping off a streak of blood slowly oozing forth his nose, just before it reached his well-groomed moustache.

  He grabbed her caramel brown arcane leather jacket’s shoulders, pulling the her across the carpeted floor, into the bedroom. There she left her beside the carpeted bank of the artificial rivulet, stepped over and with Maleern hanging on his broad shoulders, arms brushing the back of the PNC coat, pced her down besides the franchoin solfrith.

  “Pardon me for this little intrusion.” He whispered, muffled by the screech of the zipper travelling diagonally to the hem. A whistle escaped from Antonio’s lips, staring down at the gleaming golden embroidery upon the deep indigo blue dress shirt. Twisting roots slipped across the button concealing panel, ceasing around her chest line, branches of a lush tree moved ethereally at the sides, birds flying, singing a further in, framing the button line. After the initial impression worn off, Antonio searched through the jacket’s inner pockets, retrieved and gulped the mana and stamina restoring potions.

  “Much better.” Relief washed over his whole being, vanishing the st vestiges of being tied for a week or more. Being a good gentleman, he zipped back the jacket, fixed the disturbed position of the V-Shaped colrs, so their blunt tips stared right at his face. One by one he turned the two on their faces, stacked their wrists on their back crossed, then wrapped them tightly in the bck sealing tape. Their ankles, he simply adjusted them before wrapping them tightly before adding another few yers stretching towards their knees.

  After securing those, Antonio sat Maleern to face the inner wall, Leony to face the door. Whilst wrapping them together at their abdomen, Maleern started moaning, her shut lids quivered as she felt the tape pressuring her stomach and arms. Though before she fully awakened, Antonio winded another loop around their chests, fttening them whilst fixing their posture a little.

  “Morning Honey.” When her eyes slowly opened, revealing the brilliant golden pearls hidden under them, Antonio greeted him with a kiss on her cheeks.

  It took her a while to realize the situation, how she got into. “And here I could hope we could have our honeymoon after this mission.” She said with a weak smile.

  “Not even a dinner before huh?” Antonio joined in the jesting whilst crouching above her thighs. A dangerous position but he remained fearless and assured of his own skills.

  “So, what now?” She asked whilst Antonio walked over to Leony, tearing a wide strip off the roll. “Will you finish the mission?”

  “Don’t think so.” He answered honestly, sealing Leonydrimi’s lips and cheeks. His fingers gently moved across the oily, smooth surface, an old habit of his. “Me and that guy are probably the st. If he succeeds or not, matters not to me, I just want to be far, far away when it goes down.”

  Maleern looked surprised, the man he knew would never give up a mission, bringing him close into the embrace of Death many a times. “Then why binding us?” She asked, furrowing her brows at him.

  “Well, there is two reasons. One, I know you. So, I had to be sure I have ample time to run off.” He began to tore off; the tape groaned thrice as he pulled in segments.

  “What is the second?” She asked whilst he bit off the long strip.

  “This.” He answered, sealing her glossy wine-red lips, dark cheeks under the bck tape. She moaned gently as his thumb passed before her lips’ outline on the dim surface. “Your moans are still as graceful to my ears as the first time we got captured on that vessel in the Murmuring Harbor.”

  “Nhhrf hrm nht bhd mnfmr.” Along the right eyebrow raising, her eye bulged tenderly, the other narrowed as she too enjoyed his muffled moans. His lips locked onto the protruding plump, well-rounded and wide lips of hers, and she whimpered when the third, strongest jolt slumped her head into the embrace of her crisp colrs. flung her into the vibrant, ethereal meadows of dreams.

  “I love you.” Antonio whispered, surprising himself. Then he slipped out from the clothes den in his sweat many times during the past few days, and slipped back into the suit he stepped onto this passion filled train nearing its end. Far ahead, but slowly growing from beneath the horizon, the great walls of Maba appeared at st. For the first time in centuries, his heart was satisfied and felt eager whilst jotting down letters upon letters onto a piece of paper he retrieved from the living room. He folded it four times, and furled her fingers around it.

  “See you soon.” With a kiss on the cheeks, he left heading towards the back, hiding in the third cabin knowing Arvindel must have been close.

  Afterword:

  And another one. Slowly the train reaches its final destination, with most of the sicarios finished, except for the st one.

  And Antonio survives whilst the poor dark elf whose uniform he stole, well rip [wanted a bit of dark comedy there]. Will be a perfect addition to the story, in case I want to practice my smut, probably a Bound Diary story set between this and the next story. As a sort of setup.

  Now, for what's next. Well one more chapter and a sequel still set in Eoran, but in the North as that was featured a long time ago. And in the very first outline, this train story would have been a two chapter section at best. But as December is still far away [almost christmas yay], there will be a few stories inbetween, some Bound Diaries, some short stories that will serve as build ups. Probably one or two as I want to do some Void Between Worlds stuff too.

  But anyway, that is all the rambling for this chapter. Didn't want more in fear of spoiling the end. So thank you for reading, hope you all enjoyed the ride so far, and take care folks until tomorrow.

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